True, she was a walking wet dream and a great mother. All that said, I was still the one that made all the major decisions and she always deferred to ...me. I was the local high school gym teacher and had learned long ago the advantage of running a tight ship. I knew Lana was testing the waters, hoping I would go along with her crazy scheme. I considered the situation.Hypnotism was similar to voodoo. It only works on the weak minded people that want to believe. I could watch this guy swing a watch. She didn’t care. She knew the boys on 95 would love her pink lace panties. Actually, her panties were being enjoyed before she even made it to 95. She’d made her way down Broad St and was stopped at the light to turn left onto Belvidere towards 95, when she glanced over and caught the guy in the construction van staring. He stared and smiled, so she looked back towards the light and hiked up her skirt a little higher. Her pink thongs became even more visible as she bent her left leg further and. Need I found a long gray skirt and white blouse that would be perfect for the secretary appearance. Continuing shopping I found a gold embroidered pullover top that would be good for an evening out. Cindy's traveling suitcase was now stuff with a long dress that had a red and yellow floral pattern. I selected this dress for my first day in public. As well as the dress, I found a knit cardigan, knit belt and a lovely straw hat. I ordered from the Internet a pair of brown ankle high boots. The. . ? He'd become a lust- filled brute, and there was nothing she could do but lay there under him and degradingly let him ravish her until he'd emptied all of his lewd sperm into her cringing vaginal passage. Oh God... Oh God, what had ever come over her that she had willingly given into this, without even so much as a struggle? Mitch... Julia... ? Was anything or anyone worth this horror? She must have lost her wits entirely. Oh... how lewd and debasing it all seemed now, with the pain that.